Years apart, yet the chemistry remains unbroken. My ex-wife and I find ourselves reunited in our old home, the tension palpable. She can't help but notice my bulging jeans, the outline of my thick cock straining against the fabric. I catch her sneaking glances, her breath hitching as she remembers how it felt to have me inside her. She's still got that big ass, and I'm dying to bury my face in it, to taste her again. But first, she wants to see what she's been missing, stroking my massive cock with eager hands before taking it deep into her mouth, gagging on my length. I push her onto the bed, spreading her legs to reveal her wet, ready pussy. I tease her, rubbing my cockhead against her clit, making her beg for more. Finally, I give in, slamming into her with all my force, filling her completely. She claws at my back, urging me on, wanting me to fuck her like I used to. I do, pounding into her until she's screaming my name, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she comes. I pull out, stroking my cock until I explode, painting her stomach with my hot cum.